Chapter One - Cindy
The Peon Estate is known to those in the
right circles as ‘The’ place to send female slaves for training. Any aspect of her training could be arranged
and the experienced staff guaranteed satisfaction. A new girl could be sent to the estate for an
introduction to her new life of servitude or a partly trained slave could be
tutored in the many skills and arts required of her role. Slave owners frequently sent even fully
trained slaves to the estate to undergo vigorous punishment regimes, either
because they had misbehaved or simply for the pleasure of their Master or
Two very powerful men were
sitting in the sumptuous surroundings of the main office. The darker of the two men, Master Peter,
owned the estate and ruled with an iron fist.
His love of women was equaled only by his desire to dominate them, a
true sadist who, in entrepreneurial style, had discovered a method of making a
great deal of money from his favourite pastime. The second man, Mister Reeves, sipped slowly
at his Scotch and soda. Reeves’
background and wealth were based in the South African diamond mines. These had supplied his enormous wealth whilst
the politics of his country had supplied his first introduction to
domination. From his early childhood he
had enjoyed issuing orders to his parents’ domestic staff and, as he grew, so
did his desire to dominate. By the time
he had reached the age of twenty-one, simply ordering black servants to do his
bidding was not enough and he set his sights on owning European women, not as
servants but as slaves.
Until now Reeves had
enjoyed and taken pride in training his own girls; however, his latest
acquisition, ‘Cindy’, had proved too much even for this experienced Master. He was fifty two years old and for the first
time felt he had met his match in the recalcitrant Cindy.
He had purchased the girl
at a Middle Eastern auction some three months ago. How a young American woman happened to be
standing naked on an auction block attracting spirited bidding from the
assembled traders is not important, what is relevant is that she, or it, now
belonged to Reeves.
At twenty two years of age
Cindy was in her prime, her very fine ash blonde hair fell to her shoulders
where it curled under and appeared to sit and bounce like an animated frame for
her face. Unusually for a woman with her
colouring, a bridge of light brown freckles chased
across her small nose from one high cheek bone to the other and somehow added lustre to her pale blue eyes. Her breasts were only of modest size, 34B,
but their perfect shape and the firmness of her youth more than made up for any
lack of weight. She had been an athlete
at college and had retained her slim waist; the smooth flare of her hips led to
long well toned thighs and onward to firm calves and
pretty size five feet. Viewed from the
rear her bottom certainly caught the eye, it was well rounded and firm without
any hint of sagging and it virtually begged to be beaten. Truly this was a woman any red- blooded male
would wish to possess.
Four weeks ago Reeves had
met with Master Peter’s second in command, Miss Catherine. As the Master’s assistant, she always
conducted negotiations with prospective clients regarding a slave’s acceptance
for training. Her discussion with Reeves had included his precise requirements
for Cindy and confirmed that all matters of discipline and training would be at
the discretion of Master Peter.
Reeves had explained that,
despite several beatings he had administered, Cindy she resolutely refused to
recognize the principle that he or anyone else could own a slave. He had managed to fuck her only once in
nearly eight weeks, that had only been achieved by drugging her food and binding
her immobile before she awoke. When
Cindy regained her senses she opened her eyes to see Reeves sitting on her
chest trying to put his penis in her mouth and she had made a valiant effort to
bite it off! It was this incident, more
than any other, which had convinced Reeves to seek professional help.
It was agreed Cindy would
be sent to Peon for four weeks of intensive training, at the end of which
Reeves would visit the estate to review her progress and future
development. Today marked the end of
that period and Cindy would soon be presented for his inspection.
With a cursory snap of his
fingers Master Peter summoned the attendant slave, Mandy. She walked quickly to his chair and sank to
“How may I serve you,
Master?” she asked, casting her eyes to the floor.
He didn’t even look at the
girl as he spoke, “Two more drinks.”
“Yes, Master, thank you,
As Mandy stood, her naked
body trembled from the pain it caused to her nipples. The serving tray hooked onto her waist belt was
supported at the edge furthest from her stomach by two slim silver chains
leading to her teats. Her bright red
buds were firmly gripped by clamps so the weight of the tray was borne by her
sorely stretched nipples. When first
Master Peter, then Reeves, placed their empty glasses on the tray, the extra
weight not only pulled harder but made the clamps grip tighter. As Mandy was not required to actually prepare
the drinks, another slave would do that, she had her hands locked behind her
and secured to her waist-constricting belt.
Without her arms to help her balance, rising from the floor was never
easy, especially when trying to cope with the additional torment of her
regulation four inch high heels.
Just as Mandy had returned
with the drinks and taken to her knees in front of her master, a loud scream
was heard from somewhere outside the room.
Master Peter merely raised one eyebrow. Reeves looked shocked before his
face cracked into a broad smile of anticipation. The kneeling slave girl
wobbled and visibly paled.
“Ah, that sounds as though
Cindy is nearly ready for us now. Shall we take a look?” asked Master Peter,
rising from his seat.
The two men walked away
without a backward glance, leaving Mandy to wonder just how long she would have
to remain in her uncomfortable position.
The weight of the full glasses on her tray was already bringing tears to
her eyes and the thought that she could be left there for hours added to her
As they made their way
downstairs Reeves was impressed by the large slave quarters opening up before
him. He could see signs pointing towards
other areas: ‘Gymnasium’, ‘Punishment Rooms 1-5’, ‘Isolation Cells’, ‘Electro
Therapy’, so many images crowded his mind he almost fell over the step into
‘Punishment Room 2’.
They were greeted by an
ear-shattering scream, “Aaaagggghhhh.”
Reeves’s eyes opened wide
as he saw his property for the first time in four weeks. Cindy was spread eagled naked to an X-cross
in the middle of the tiled room. Her
trainer, Miss Karen, was standing next to her, dressed in a tight fitting white
top which ended just below her bust leaving an expanse of firm flat stomach
exposed. She wore nothing underneath and
her excitement could clearly be recognized from her engorged nipples. Her short flared skirt swished at mid thigh revealing her well tanned
shapely legs and high-heeled ankle boots of red leather completed her outfit.
Miss Karen had only
recently qualified as a trainer but her natural ability and enthusiasm was
obvious to see. She greeted her boss and
his guest with a cheerful wave and a broad smile.
“Just reminding this bitch
to behave during your inspection, Sir,” she said.
Cindy’s head had drooped onto her chest and saliva dribbled from her mouth,
it mixed with her tears as they rolled onto her heaving chest. Three slim wires leading from Cindy’s body
were connected to a small control panel placed on a stand adjacent to the
cross. One wire was attached to each of
her nipples the third was clamped agonizingly, directly to her clitoris.
Karen already took a pride
in her work and was happy to explain to Reeves how the machine worked. In her eagerness to please her boss she had
run quickly through the capabilities of the machine and was beginning to bore
Reeves with technical details. Master Peter signaled silently to her to move
“So you see, Mr. Reeves,”
she said, “this dial allows me to vary the power of electricity administered
through any number of leads.”
“How much can a slave
take?” asked Reeves.
“With the conductors placed
where they are on this one, no girl has lasted more than three seconds at
“Fantastic! Can I see it in
action?” his excited tone betrayed his eagerness.
With no thought for the
suffering she was about to cause the restrained slave girl, she smiled
courteously as she replied.
“Certainly you may, Sir.”
Cindy groaned and whimpered
in fright as the meaning of this casual exchange penetrated her haze of pain.
“Oh please don’t, please,
please, I’ll do anything you say, please don’t do it to me again, please, I
can’t stand any more,” she sobbed.